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Central International Airport This choice: If Kanya waits, since the jewels are safely enroute to Bermuda. • Go Back...Chapter #9Caught Between a Rastafarian and a Head-Case by: Unknown Kanya breathed a little easier now that she had left the stolen jewels on the jet; there was no way Raul would be able to connect her to the theft, the jewels would be written off as a theft, Raul would make a profit on the hefty insurance claim, and Kanya would take her lumps for trying to take flight... she had been down that road before, he couldn't hurt her any more than he had in the past. She would just talk him down, explain herself and offer herself to him and his oafish thugs; after another twisted night of sex-games with the boys, she would work her way back in Raul's good graces again... she exhaled with relief, fully preparing herself to take Raul's best insults and punches, but at least she would still have her life!
Imagine her surprise when the security officers returned to the holding chamber, with a fat-lipped bloody-nosed rastafarian and a bookish scientist geek in tow-- that same smart-looking son-of-a-bitch who turned her in for fleeing security in the first place!! And, he had her sweater in his geeky little hands!!
"Hey dere, sistah!" the rasta man smiled, 3 gold teeth glimmering. "You sure be lookin' too fine to be in a place like dis, girl..."
"Keep it in your pants, pothead!" the security guard demanded, shoving the rastaman across the room, while Justin skittered clumsily toward Kanya. Kanya snarled at Justin, contempt oozing from her pores. The security soldiers shoved rastaman into the next room, while one of them strayed behind to inform Kanya that her guardian was on his way to pay her bail and retrieve her.
"What about me?" Justin wondered, wringing the sweater in his hands nervously, shifting his satchel of documents on his shoulder. "I simply MUST get to Bermuda ASAP! It is of dire importance that I not miss the International Infectious Disease Conference! I'm the key-note speaker!"
"Ya, ya, ya! You sure do talk alot, Mister key-note speaker!" the security guard laughed. "Too bad you did so much talking with your fists on the plane... we'll be back to deal with you, once we get Doctor Dredlocks taken care of..."
HA! Kanya laughed. "You? Hit him? with your fists??"
"Yes.. well, no... I mean... " Justin stammered at the question, asked by the person who should probably hate him as much as the expression on her face told him she did. "It was with my laptop, actually... it's state of the art, you know..."
"Why?" Kanya couldn't help but be curious, noting the torn hole in her sweater lining, it was obvious this strange little man had found her secret stash. "Why would you get yourself thrown off the plane to Bermuda, with all those jewels, tax free and conscience-clear?"
"Because I got your message..." Justin replied with a hesitant grin. "It seemed like a matter of life and death for you, so I came to make things right.. Right?" he passed her back the sweater, and Kanya smiled back at him, uncertain of his honor and honesty, but certainly caught unguarded by his candor and poise. Maybe there are still Good Guys left in this world, she thought to herself...
"WRONG!" a booming voice growled from behind the two, as several no-neck thugs dressed in black suits-and-ties strolled in, followed by a shady-looking Latino wearing Hawaiian print shirt, khaki capri shorts, white deck-shoes and a white fedora. "You! Who the hell are you to be talking to MY GIRL?! You be Wrong, that's What you be, boy!"
"Calm down, Raul..." Kanya sassed, stepping between Raul's thugs and Justin, as Raul approached with such swagger it was sickening. Before he even stopped swagging back and forth, Raul lashed out with a hearty backhand across Kanya's cheek.
"You calm down, bitch!" he snarled. "Don't be getting all up in my face! Not after I get pulled off the yacht at the marina and come all the way out here in the middle of Nowhere to collect ya... "
"We're in Minneapolis, Raul... not Miami..." Kanya laughed off his attack, "Nice threads, papi..."
"What the hell are you doing in Minneapolis, chica? Who you running from?" Raul wondered, no longer even interested in Justin, which is exactly as Kanya had hoped.
"I'm not running FROM anyone, Raul!" Kanya lied with the ease and experience of a politician or priest. "My sister, I told you she was in the heart-hospital up here... I was just on my way back Home when I ran into some trouble with the locals, that's all..."
Raul stroked the goatee on his chin and nodded while Kanya explained herself.
"Oh really? How's your sister's health then? She still breathing in-and-out, I take it?" it seemed a rhetorical question, as Raul kept right on rambling his way unevenly toward his point. "You know, I had a bit of a scare myself, Angel-Eyes... seems we had a break-in of sorts, a robbery... plenty of valuables gone missing from the vault, and You, gone missing as well..." he grabbed her by both wrists and wrestled the sweater away from her with a gruff tug. In one quick motion, he wrapped the light wrap round Kanya's neck, twisted it in his fists and tugged it taut against her throat.
"Funny how that can be taken for granted sometimes... breathing, I mean..."
Kanya's face flushed bright red as she struggled to maintain consciousness while Raul strangled her with her sweater. Justin stepped back slowly, away from the leering Latino and his hit-squad; he was digging deftly through his satchel, and finally found what he was after: a small vial of vile, vitrious liquid, a virus, in aerosol form. There were 7 thugs though, including Raul, and Kanya in the middle of them all; not real great odds, not a great time to be a Good Guy, not at all...
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